The Iceman’s Gonna Melt

Nah, for real. Sirens in the white out, breath in the

air. Cities lock frozen by a throne of despair. Boots on our

necks made of pressure and fear. He crowns himself winner, calls it a

new year. But under the ice, there's a tremor below.

Every cracked street starting to glow. You can't freeze truth, you can't stop

heat. History's knocking with bare burning feet. He wrote his law in the

language of cold. Said obey or be buried, forgotten control. But we learned

in the dark how the fire survives. And the sparks passed hand to